She parted her beautifully shaped lips, but the words she spoke were enough to plunge anyone into an icy abyss. "Aren't you being a bit too naive, Mr. Hawthorne? Did you really think I'd preserve my purity all this time just for you? Oh, right... If you're truly that desperate, I imagine there are plenty of girls willing to climb into your bed right now. As for a woman like me, who's already yesterday's news... Please, Mr. Hawthorne, do me a favor and let me go. Pestering each other really doesn't suit either of us, does it?"
At that exact moment, Jasper Hawthorne seemed thoroughly enraged. His hands clamped down on the woman before him, his eyes brimming with fury. Yet, when his gaze fell upon her face, his harshness softened by a fraction.
Shalma Hughes hadn't expected Jasper to kiss her. A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she immediately brought her knee up and drove it hard into his groin.
